𝑳𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒚

// I'm sick

// Just now realizing she had the whole cooch out in that swimwear.

It's past midnight, she just finished a 50 page paper for her masters. She just wants to sleep but Grem won't stop throwing ass in the bed.

// Fuck. I miss writing Carmine. No Tawny, no.

Beach adventures with the only member of the Battle club that doesn't stress her out.

There's no time like the present then, right? She always keep her beach attire in her bag just in case.

....Maybe.

This is nice, and peaceful. Please Arceus, more of this. She knows deep down he's a good boy.

That would be sweet....if she didn't know his mind was in the gutter.